One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap Diamant gazing down the broad, empty river far beneath him.

No one can build his security upon the nobleness of another person.

The heart of another is a dark forest, always, no matter how close it has been to one's own.

All Southern women wished of their menfolk was simply to be 'like Paris handsome and like Hector brave'.

One afternoon late in October of the year 1697, Euclide Auclair, the philosopher apothecary of Quebec, stood on the top of Cap Diamant gazing down the broad, empty river far beneath him.

The condition every art requires is, not so much freedom from restriction, as freedom from adulteration and from the intrusion of foreign matter.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do.